My Waterloo

My most humiliating experiences always seem to happen in tube stations
And in particular those tube stations south of the river
I stand there opposite her at around midnight on Thursday evening
‘I’ll send you the photos!’ I say
I’m never sure how to end these things and I’ve already said ‘Get home safe!’ twice
‘Sure’ she says ‘It’ll look like we had a good time’
I open my mouth to speak
Then close it again
She laughs
‘I mean – it won’t need to look like we had a good time. We did have a good time…’ She protests just enough
But still,
I flush and stutter:
‘I … I had a good time’
I look into the space time continuum and say:
‘Ok so …
G…get home safe’